I want to but wifey said she would be very "disappointed" if I have to call in sick on Monday. The worst part is I don't hear the alarm at 6 a.m. I hear it at 4:15 a.m. Oh well for me I hope it is a happy, happy, day.

It's a hot night. The mind races. You think about your knife; the only friend who hasn't betrayed you, the only friend who won't be dead by sun up. Sleep tight, mates, in your quilted Chambray nightshirts.

I took 8 hrs of vacation rolled over from last year. Not planning to get crazy out of control drunk or anything. I just want to enjoy the moment and not hear that damn alarm the next day. But then again, maybe I'll go rioting and looting down on the south side after the game. Who knows.